Christian Slade
In Darkness I Thrive
Coruscant
Senate Dome
The voices of Senators from across the galaxy were buzzing in the massive dome they were in. These gatherings took place a few times a year or in special emergency situations if the galaxy were in some state of disarray. This time, it was a scheduled meeting, and all was well for the time being, but there was always unrest between the Senators and some even just representatives of senators from other planets across the galaxy. This Senator hated that Senator. This planet had been having peacetime issues with another, and so on.
It was the same old same old. Boring political nonsense to hold a shattered structure of a decaying society in place with glue and tape. It was weak, and ready to fall. It had been for years, but no one was addressing their broken society. They were only worried about keeping war on the back burner as they always had, but that only made it boil over worse in the end.
They taxed their people to the bone, keeping them poor and dependent on the politicians who made them poor to begin with. It was a sickening reality that everyone in poverty struggled with, but what were they to do with no money or resources with which they could make it right? What were they to do as long as no one with the will or the power stood up for them and put a stop to it? Nothing at all. They would sink deeper into poverty until the rich had taken all they had.
That was unacceptable, but there were few in that dome who even cared. One of many who could have cared less was about to make his address to the people as his pod dislodged from it's row and floated out into the middle of the room, thousands of pods above and below with important and wealthy spectators waiting to hear what the old politician had to say. As the pod stopped in the middle of the room, three little holocaster droids took up the space around him, recording what he had to say live for all of Coruscant to see.
"Hello, good people of the Galaxy.", he said, slowly standing as he pushed himself upright with his cane.
Senate Dome
The voices of Senators from across the galaxy were buzzing in the massive dome they were in. These gatherings took place a few times a year or in special emergency situations if the galaxy were in some state of disarray. This time, it was a scheduled meeting, and all was well for the time being, but there was always unrest between the Senators and some even just representatives of senators from other planets across the galaxy. This Senator hated that Senator. This planet had been having peacetime issues with another, and so on.
It was the same old same old. Boring political nonsense to hold a shattered structure of a decaying society in place with glue and tape. It was weak, and ready to fall. It had been for years, but no one was addressing their broken society. They were only worried about keeping war on the back burner as they always had, but that only made it boil over worse in the end.
They taxed their people to the bone, keeping them poor and dependent on the politicians who made them poor to begin with. It was a sickening reality that everyone in poverty struggled with, but what were they to do with no money or resources with which they could make it right? What were they to do as long as no one with the will or the power stood up for them and put a stop to it? Nothing at all. They would sink deeper into poverty until the rich had taken all they had.
That was unacceptable, but there were few in that dome who even cared. One of many who could have cared less was about to make his address to the people as his pod dislodged from it's row and floated out into the middle of the room, thousands of pods above and below with important and wealthy spectators waiting to hear what the old politician had to say. As the pod stopped in the middle of the room, three little holocaster droids took up the space around him, recording what he had to say live for all of Coruscant to see.
"Hello, good people of the Galaxy.", he said, slowly standing as he pushed himself upright with his cane.
